Dendrick's POV
"It was Logan. I swear it was Logan who killed my beta!"
My angry words echoed through the grand foyer of Alpha Kieran's pack house as I paced back and forth. My mind was a storm of rage. My hands were sweaty, my head ached with grief. But most of all, my heart ached with pain.
My beta. My best friend. He was dead, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to bring him back.
Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear the other Alphas as they tried to calm me down. But I didn't want to be calm. I wanted justice. I wanted blood.
I wanted the person who did this.
I wanted Logan.
I kicked a chair out of my way, the wood splintering as it hit the wall. A goblet of wine perched on a nearby table met the same fate, crashing to
